Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 01:53:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: northernorc@yahoo.ca
Subject: Stranger On A Train
No copyrights. This story is fiction, it's a "what if?" scenario and I have
changed the name of the guy. What if I hadn't said no....
The guy had started talking to me on the train. He was in his forties he
said and was called Paul. I'd told him my name, we'd made some small talk
and having found out that I was a whisky drinker he asked me to his house
to help finish off a bottle. It wasn't far out of my way and I figured I
could take care of myself if anything happened so I agreed. I had nothing
better to do.
It was getting dark when we arrived so he told me to sit on the couch
whilst he went round turning on lights and closing curtains. He poured a
glass of whisky for himself and one for me. He left the bottle near me
explaining he preferred wine. We had our drink and I poured more whisky
while he poured himself a glass of wine. We were just chatting generally
and he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I admitted that I didn't.
"I don't have anyone myself." he said. "But all I want 'em for is the sex."
We both laughed in a man to man way.
We talked about sport and found out we'd both played rugby. He brought out
a photo album with some pictures of himself and the team playing. He
flipped through it talking about some of the players before turning to a
page with photos of the guys in jockstraps and nothing else. He didn't say
anything about it and then there were some nude pictures, a couple of the
guys were well hung. On the following page were some pics of players
getting blowjobs from other players.
"Fun times." was his only comment. "One ritual we had for a new guy was to
take a player and pour cold custard in the front of his shorts and rub it
in. Then the new guy had to take the shorts off and lick all the custard
off the guy."
He put the album down and looked at me, "Ever done that?"
"No." I replied accurately.
"What would you do if I asked you to undo your jeans?" he said.
I paused, then undid my belt, unfastened the button and eased the zip
down. It was hard to even see my boxers. He just put his hand gently on my
thigh.
We sat still, I had no idea why I'd done that. I'd never been with a guy
before. I put a hand on his leg and moved it slowly towards his groin,
stopping short. He moved his hand so it was just resting on my groin, just
lightly touching and I moved my hand so my fingers ran over the slight
bulge in his jeans. He took his hand off me and undid his own jeans.
"You ever done this before?" he asked. I shook my head. "OK, just take your
time."
I let my hand slip inside his jeans and felt his cock through the material
of his briefs. I'd thought about doing this but it was the first time I'd
done it. I ran my fingers down his cock and onto his balls, closing my hand
so I was holding everything. I could feel his cock hardening as I knew mine
was. He smiled at me and slipped away so that he was standing in front of
me. He took off his shirt and socks then let his jeans fall so he was left
in his briefs with a growing bulge. He was slightly hairy with some fat on
him but he wasn't too overweight.
He sat back down and ran his fingers over my chest. Then whispering in my
ear, asked if he could undress me. I nodded and he gently pulled my T shirt
over my head. He ran his hands over me and down to my feet, pulling my
socks off then pulling my jeans down. With my clothes to one side he sat
next to me and stroked the hair on my chest, following it down to the
waistband of my boxers. He paused then continued on, running his hand over
my now fairly hard cock. I put my hand on his thigh and stroked it until I
was was touching his cock. He closed his hand and started feeling me in
earnest. I'd had my balls grabbed a few times, during matches and playing
about in the changing rooms but nothing like this. I started playing with
his cock and balls, hoping I was making him feel as good as I was.
We were both rock hard when he said we should go upstairs. I followed him
into the bedroom and we climbed on the bed. "Just lie back." he said,
gently.
He started kissing the side of my neck, whilst hands started rubbing my
chest. He worked his way over my body, kissing and rubbing except for my,
by now bulging, boxers. Then I felt his hands slide underneath the material
on my thighs and round to my arse as his lips touched the cotton over my
cock. He kissed along my cock before letting one hand come up and stroke
it. As I moaned he pulled the shorts down and off me. My uncut erection was
right in front of his face. He stroked it and let his hands cup my
balls. "Big balls! I like it!"
I moaned again as he took the tip of my cock in his mouth, hands playing
with my balls. I felt his lips slide down and my body react. "Shit, I'm
going to come soon."
He took his mouth off my cock, "No problem, I can make you come again."
He bent his head down to lap my balls with his tongue before running it up
my cock and taking it in his mouth again. As his lips moved up and down I
could feel my climax rushing up and blasted my load into his mouth.
He kept licking and sucking me until I was clean and had my breath
back. Then he lay back next to me and smiled. I reached down to his groin
and found that he was still hard. I moved down the bed until I could look
directly at his hard on outlined by his briefs. OK, I'd thought that this
would happen with a guy in his twenties, about my age. It never occurred to
me that my first cock would be a middle aged ex rugby player. But hey! I
started kissing it through the briefs then I pulled them off. As I threw
his underwear off the bed I looked at his cock, the first I'd seen this
close up. A bit bigger than mine, also uncut. I gently licked it and ran my
tongue up and down before slowly taking it in my mouth. I knew I couldn't
give as good a blowjob as he had, or even some of the girls who'd sucked
me, but you have to start somewhere. I sucked him a bit and licked his
balls before moving back up his body. I started massaging his smooth chest
and kissing his nipples as he grabbed my arse and started working it.
I kept rubbing and kissing down to his thighs but I couldn't resist that
hard cock for long. I started jerking him off as I took his balls in my
mouth one at a time. Then I took that hard cock into my mouth again, hand
playing with his balls as my other hand matched my lips on his cock. I kept
sucking until I felt his cock start to twitch and I started licking his
cock until he came.
I moved back up until my head was on the pillow, "Not bad, hairy guy." he
said. Then he started to tell me his first time experience as he stroked my
chest. I could feel myself getting excited again as he finished. Then as if
he'd had a thought, he got off the bed and went to the wardrobe. Fishing
out a pair of shorts he told me to put them on and left the room. They were
slightly tight but OK. I was standing there in the shorts when he came in
carrying a bowl. "Cold custard."
I started laughing and held the waistband of the shorts open as he poured
it in. Some fell through but most stayed in. Setting the bowl down he began
the massage the front of the shorts, working the custard into my
groin. When he felt it was enough he pulled the shorts down and told me to
look in the mirror. Custard was everywhere over my tackle with my growing
hard on showing through. I lay back on the bed with my legs wide open over
the edge as he knelt down to clean me up.
My cock was easy to lick clean but my hair and my balls were harder. I'd
never had anyone's mouth work on my balls that much. He kept me feeling
great for I don't know how long, then deciding I was clean enough he
started to work my cock with his hand.
Looking at me covered in cum he suggested we showered. We jumped in there
together and cleaned each other up, paying close attention to the groin.
As I got my clothes together he called a cab for me.
"Thanks for asking me round." I said on my way out. "It's been fun. What
about the whisky?"
"I'll look for another young guy who wants to help me out." He winked.